THE MOBSTER'S FAKE WIFE
C90 – CHASE
"Ma'am, I don't want to alarm you… but we're being followed," he said, without taking his eyes off the rearview mirror.
Lucy turned her head—two dark cars were closing the distance. A third appeared from an alley, joining the hunt—and her heart pounded hard.
"Malcolm, what do we do?" she asked, anxious.
"Hold on tight," was all he said before flooring the accelerator.
The car roared, skidding through a sharp turn—tires screeching against the asphalt. The pursuers didn't fall back, like hungry eyes in the night.